Sacking the Virgin

by Ryli Jordan

  When I glanced over, Kate looked mildly confused at my abrupt change in topic from sex to work, but she shrugged. “You should be proud,” she said. “I mean, it sounds like you've really taken on a lot of responsibility over there.”

  Yeah, well, I've been in the company for nearly ten years now,” I pointed out. “And I'm good at what I do.”

  “Must be nice, coming back home for a little while, though,” Kate mused. “You get to do all those things you don't do over there. Eat Mexican food. Drive on the right side of the road.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, those are definitely bonuses. Although now I'm so used to driving on the left side of the road that it's almost just as confusing trying to retrain myself to drive on the right side. And like I said, I thought I was going to have more time to just sit around in my underwear and watch shitty TV or something, but instead, I keep getting dragged into all of these family bonding experiences. That's been...nicer than expected, though.”

  “Yeah, it’s been fun getting to bond. Not just with you, either; Alex and Luke are great.” Kate grinned slyly over at me. “That's the only reason I keep tumbling into bed with you—much-needed bonding experiences and all.”

  I snorted, sliding a hand down her side and then boldly in between her legs. Kate squirmed, still clearly a bit oversensitive after coming so many times already. “I can't imagine that you're enjoying yourself here,” I teased. I wanted to ask her about London, but I didn't feel like the timing was really right. Better to keep things light for now, have a good afternoon and use that maybe as a base to build on.

  Kate groaned and pressed down against my fingers, her hands coming up to press against her face as though that was the only thing grounding her at the moment. “God,” she breathed. “I don't even know if I can possibly come again.”

  “You can,” I said confidently, grinning at her. I leaned down to tug one of her nipples with my teeth, causing her to moan and arch against the rug.

  She fisted a hand in the back of my hair, tugging just this side of painful. “Show me,” she begged, urging me forwards with her heels until my prick was pressed against her slick pussy. “Please, David, I need it so bad.”

  I grinned and plunged my fingers into her, pushing her towards higher and higher levels of pleasure.

  That evening, I left Kate angelically sleeping against the sheets, and although there was still a lot that we would need to talk about, I was feeling better about our situation.

  I went over to Dad's place to talk about some future contract deals. Anna had been texting, but I ignored her completely, finding that I just wasn't interested in her in the face of what Kate and I had.

  “You look exhausted,” Linda said as I entered the sitting room. She frowned at me. “Haven't you been sleeping? You know, I really think you shouldn't be staying in a hotel for so long. We have plenty of space here, and I'm sure it would be more comfortable...”

  There was no way I was telling her that I was sleeping just fine, only the two-hour nap I'd had late that afternoon had done little to help me recover from the five orgasms I had had with her daughter. I was jealous of Kate, whose face when I'd left had still been utterly relaxed in the type of deep sleep that only true contentment could bring. I hadn't had the nerve to tell her my wish for her to come to London with me, but we'd had a wonderful, blissful day.

  “I've been sleeping all right,” I said. When she looked unconvinced, I tried a lie: “I had to conference with some potential clients who live in England. They only had morning availability at the moment, so that meant I had to get up in the middle of the night to call them since I'm not currently in England. But I couldn't trust this project to someone else.”

  Linda frowned. “It seems really demanding of them to make you do something like that during the holidays,” she said.

  I shrugged. “You don't know the advertising business like I do,” I said. “If I didn't agree to do the call on their terms—in the morning, on a date when they had availability—there would have been someone else who was more than happy to meet with them at that time, and then they would have gotten hired on to that project instead of GDC. I couldn't let that happen.”

  I felt kind of bad lying to her, but it was for her own sake.

  Fortunately, it was enough to satisfy Linda. Now that we were all there, sans Kate, we moved over into the dining room, with Linda keeping up a steady stream of chatter about the evening's menu, the weather, and other chit-chatty conversation topics. In the meantime, Kate knocked and let herself in, joining us in the dining room. Perfect timing and clearly not forced. She should have had plenty of extra time to rest, and it wasn't apparent that we'd spent the afternoon together.

  She was looking resplendent that night in a burgundy sweater, with her hair tugged back into a somewhat haphazard French braid. She had on a little makeup around her eyes and on her cheeks, although she didn’t need it. I wondered what could have prompted her to do so. She usually dressed pretty plainly, especially when it was unlikely that she'd be photographed like she might at one of the larger events. Personally, I was always more than happy for her to be fuck-ready in sweats and makeup-less.

  Which had me wondering if she was going to do something else that evening after she had dinner with us. She couldn't possibly have a date or something like that, could she? The thought bothered me in ways that I wasn't ready to examine.

  “What?” Kate asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow at me.

  I paused, aware that I'd been staring, and cleared my throat. “Uh, I just wanted to say...you look particularly pretty tonight.” It was a stupid thing to say, with our parents sitting right there, but hopefully, it would seem innocent enough. She was glowing, and I couldn’t completely confirm that it was from the pounding, sucking, licking, and touching that we had done earlier.

  Linda smiled encouragingly at me. “She does look pretty, doesn't she?” she said. She winked at her daughter. “See if you can get her to tell you what the occasion is, though; she always refuses to tell us anything.”

  Kate rolled her eyes. “Mom, do I need to have a reason to dress up a little nicer?” she asked. She frowned. “This isn't even really that much nicer; I just threw on jeans and a sweater.”

  “And a little makeup,” I helpfully supplied. “And you did your hair.”

  Kate shrugged again, but I thought I detected a hint of a smirk there.

  Over the course of the evening, I definitely felt a heightened sense of attraction around her. I couldn't seem to stop thinking ahead to the next time I'd be able to claim her lips or open her up in front of me. And part of that heightened sense of attraction stemmed from the nervous tension between us, because of this secret game that we were playing. I could only hope that no one else was any wiser about it.

  By the end of the evening, I found myself wishing just that everything was out in the open about our relationship, about my feelings, about London. When it was time to leave, I gave Linda and Dad quick hugs and then nodded at Kate before scurrying out the front door.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Hey, David!” Kate called from the porch as I was opening the driver's side door. I knew we needed to talk at some point, but it didn’t seem like the right time. I started to pretend as though I hadn't heard her, but when I glanced back towards the porch, I saw that Dad and Linda were still there behind her in the doorway watching us.

  I looked at them, jealous. They had a relationship that I wanted. Something real. I could see it in my dad’s eyes and the way he talked to Linda. “What's up?” I asked, my tone neutral not to sound overly excited.

  “Would you mind giving me a ride home?” Kate asked, her voice sickly sweet. “It's just so cold this evening...”

  “Sure,” I yelled out behind the door. “Get in.” Kate walks from the house and slowly towards the car, swinging her hips exaggeratedly as she went. “I really appreciate it,” she said, still using that fake tone of voice.

  “How did you get here?” I quizzed once we were both in t
he car, the doors slammed shut around us.

  “What do you mean?” Kate asked innocently. “I took an uber.”

  “That was smart,” I smile. “Look, I need to talk to you, okay? It has to do with Christmas night, and I don't think we quite resolved anything after your petty exit.”

  “You kicked me out!” Kate laughed a little, then paused and glanced out the window. “Do you remember where my house is?”

  I loosened my grip and put the car in drive. Her laugh and tone made me think I could tell her the truth this time. “Of course I remember where it is,” I muttered. “So what's so important?”

  Kate looked at me and then peered out in front of us. “No—it's a left here, not a right.”

  I frowned but then swerved in the direction that she'd indicated. Vaguely, I realized that I did, in fact, recognize that little house on the corner, but I wouldn't have remembered that this was the way to go unless it had been for Kate reminding me.

  To be fair, I was distracted, though. In these close quarters, it seemed like all I could smell was the scent of her perfume, a gentle touch of vanilla that was subtle and yet overwhelming in the confines of my normally sterile, leather-scented car.

  Kate was silent for a long moment. She fidgeted and gripped a lock of her hair. “Can I come inside?” I asked, wondering how I was supposed to get her to speak. She didn't seem to want to tell me about whatever was on her mind, but it apparently was something that I just had to know. And I was hoping my own confessions would come out smoothly too, and that I would be able to invite her to come to London with me.

  “I want you with me in London,” I finally blurted out. When I looked over, her cheeks were a bit flushed, and she was staring straight ahead of herself. “We would need to discuss things, figure out some way to tell our parents about it so that it doesn't seem suspicious. We would need to–"

  “Um what? You are confusing me.” Kate said.

  I blinked at her, feeling utterly flummoxed. "What do you mean?" I asked. I shook my head and ran a hand back through my hair. "Jesus, Kate. Of course, I want you to come with me. It was just a lot at once during Christmas. Like I said, there's just a lot that we have to think about–"

  "You don't want me to come with you," Kate interrupted. "You want someone to come with you, sure. You want to have an easy fuck-buddy while you're over there. Someone you can call up with a moment's notice who'll come over and fuck you until you're raw and finally relaxed. But that's not me, and I'm not coming to London for that."

  "That's not what I'm asking," I said exasperatedly. "If you would just listen to me–"

  “I'm going to London anyways," Kate said, interrupting me again. "I'm young. I've never really had the chance to travel before—because unlike some people, I didn't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth—and the idea of living in a foreign city... Like I said, my office has positions over there that I thought I might be able to be transferred to. So I asked my boss about it. Figured there was no harm in trying. And they've agreed to send me over there for at least a year.” She fixed me with a challenging stare. “It's not up for discussion,” she told me. “I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

  I shook my head. “Kate, just listen to me for a minute,” I told her, trying to be rational. “Imagine what it would look like to our parents. Don't you think they would realize that there was something more between us? And…”

  “Why would they realize that there's something more between us?” Kate asked bitterly. “You hardly said two words to me at dinner, and your reluctance to even drive me home did not go unnoticed. As far as they're probably concerned, we don't even act like stepsiblings, let alone like...something more.”

  “Right, but that's what I'm trying to say. There are some things we need to talk about, some very real logistics we need to figure out if we're going to make this work. I think it's great that you're coming to London—I was going to ask you to come with me, actually. Ask again, for real. But there are some things we need to talk about."

  “I thought we were just fucking," Kate said bitterly. “That's what it was, right? Getting it out of our systems, I guess.” She shook her head. "And that's what London is going to be, too, isn't it?"

  I glanced over, surprised to hear those words coming out of her. “Well, do you really think we're ready for the relationship conversation yet?” I asked incredulously. “Kate, I don't know what to tell you, but I'm not normally a relationship kind of guy. I want you in London with me, but I’ve never been in an exclusive relationship. We both need to consider what we are doing to our careers, our lives.”

  Kate's face twisted and she turned to look out the side window. “Okay,” she said quietly. We pulled up in front of her house, and I not-so-patiently waited for her to get out. “Well, I'm moving to London,” she said again. “Like I said, I just wanted to let you know, but it's not something that's up for discussion. I'm not looking for your permission or anything.”

  “The fact that you're still sitting here makes me feel like you are,” I pointed out.

  Kate gave me a startled look. Then, she grimaced a little, her hand reaching for the handle of the door. “I've already told my mom,” she told me, not looking at me. “She knows how excited I am about this. So, uh, like I said, just thought you should know before it...comes up at the dinner table.” Without another word—without even saying thanks for having given her a ride—she slipped out of the car and slammed the door shut behind herself.

  I sat there in her driveway for a long moment, fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel as I tried to figure out what I was feeling. And wondering how things had gone from my wanting to ask her to come to London for a few weeks to explore this relationship with me to me feeling anger at her for doing something so stupid, irrational, and...long-term. I was thinking a couple of weeks, geesh! I think the anger was mainly at the fact that she hadn't consulted me. I wanted to be part of the decision-making process, especially if we were going to start a relationship together. But at the same time, somewhere down in there, I could feel a faint sense of hope. What if she did move to London and we managed to…

  But no; I quashed that thought before it was even fully formed. Resolving to quit thinking about Kate's luscious curves and her cute little giggle, I quickly threw the car into reverse and headed for my hotel, resolving to head for the bar as soon as I got there. It was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Thirteen

  DAVID

  Holiday time had always been busy for us. Dad always threw his Christmas party, and then I was always dragged along to a couple other parties over the course of the season. Of course, every year, we went to the Nelsons' New Year's party, because everyone in Dad's circle went to that party and it would have been practically scandalous to miss it unless you were in the hospital or something extreme.

  But this year, Dad had also insisted I attend the general winter holiday party hosted by the Whittakers in the days between Christmas and New Years. Dad was trying to finalize a business deal, and Greg Whittaker was one of the people he was trying to finalize it with. They would probably spend half the evening talking shop, and it would look good for Dad to have me there charming his guests, showing that he was responsible and a real family man. Or something like that.

  It was just another thing I had to do during my precious time off from work, but there was a big difference between ruining my day because Dad was asking me to do something rather than ruining my day because someone else was asking me to do something. Anyway, going to a fancy holiday party, eating a lot of expensive food, and getting tipsy was a lot more fun than holiday shopping leading up to Christmas.

  That evening after the driver parked us in front of the house, I carefully did my tie with practiced hands and smoothed my hands down my suit jacket. I glanced over at Anna, who was looking absolutely delicious in a floor-length, slinky, red silk gown that left very little to the imagination. “Ready for this?” I asked her.

  Anna snorted and reached into her
purse, pulling out a small flask. “What do you mean, am I ready for this?” she asked. “We have a tradition, remember?”

  I laughed a little and took a swig from the offered flask, swirling the whiskey around my tongue.

  “You seem preoccupied lately,” Anna said. “Anything you want to talk about? Or is it just boring work stuff that you can't seem to leave behind even during the holidays?”

  I shook my head. “I wish, honestly,” I said. I frowned, wondering if I should just admit to her what it was that really had me a bit distracted lately. Anna had been my friend for a long time—we'd grown up together—and she understood me in the way no one else could. She might be able to provide some sort of insight into what I was actually feeling. But admitting to her that I had slept with Kate…

  Anna shrugged. “Look, you don't have to tell me, it was just an offer. Pass the flask.”

  I blinked and then took another swig from the flask before passing it back to her. “I slept with Kate,” I finally said.

  “You're going to have to be more specific than that,” Anna said, arching an eyebrow at me. “There are a lot of Kates in the world out there. Are we talking Kate Giulliani, Kate Benton, Kate Lewicky, Kate...” She started listing off Kates that we'd gone to school with.

  “No,” I interrupted her. “I slept with Kate. My stepsister.”

  Anna blinked. “Oh. Oh.” She laughed a little, and I reached over to punch her arm. “What? It's funny!” She shook her head. “That's… I mean, that's bad. Even for you.”

  “I know,” I said miserably. “It was just some stupid drunken thing on Christmas, or at least it was supposed to be, but now we keep having these stupid family get-togethers since it's the holidays, and… I don't know.” I wasn't sure I was ready to tell her the part about Kate moving to London. I still didn't really know what I was feeling on that one.